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Authors: Tracy St. John

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“We also use them on our lovers.  Earthers find the effects to be euphoric.  It makes your kind relaxed and aroused with the right dosage.”

 

“Oh.”  I thought about that.  I didn’t want to be frightened of Dusa.  I also thought I was too tense and that any attempts at sex at this point would result in cataclysmic failure.  “Doesn’t it hurt to be bitten by one of you?”

 

Dusa smiled sweetly.  “For a brief moment.  We have a mild anesthetic in our saliva that quickly numbs the pain.”

 

Well that didn’t sound so bad.  I was willing to try anything that would make sex with this twice and overly endowed Kalquorian bearable.  “I think you had better to bite me then.”  I bit my lip.  “I do trust you, Dusa, but I’ve never really liked sex with anyone.  It’s never been very nice for me.”

 

He got a sad and angry look in his eyes.  “It’s time that changed then.  Turn your head, my pretty.  Tilt your chin ... good girl.”

 

I could feel Dusa’s breath against the side of my neck.  A moment later, two stabs of pain pierced me there.  I caught my breath, but just as he had promised the agony ended almost right away.  I lay there with his mouth wet against my skin and waited to not be scared anymore.

 

At first I didn’t think anything was happening.  Then I felt soft curls of warmth in my head.  There was a sense of glowing in all my limbs and stomach.  I got floaty and mellow.  I became very aware of Dusa’s body touching mine.  I suddenly thought, we’re both naked.  That brought a surge of excitement that made me arch up against him.  I could feel him hard, hot, and wet.  Afterward, I discovered Kalquorian men lubricate much like we women do.  A slick substance that smells something like cinnamon sweats out of the pores of their cocks.

 

He pulled his fangs free and licked where he’d bitten.  “Now you’re ready for me,” he whispered. 

 

I moaned my agreement.  What had been terrifying moments before – that idea of being doubly penetrated or gored –enthralled me now.  I wasn’t simply prepared to open myself for his carnal pleasure; I was eager for it.

 

Dusa shifted, lifting one of my legs so it hooked over his elbow.  He lowered himself, his sexes moving against mine.  He held them in one hand, positioning them to enter me.  My breath caught to feel that hot, wet hardness at my pussy’s entrance.

 

Watching me carefully, Dusa pressed against me.  Into me.  With that tapered tip instead of the Earther flared cockhead, he slipped in quite easily.  A surge of passion stole my breath.  It didn’t hurt at all.  It actually felt delicious.  That is the perfect word for how it felt to have Dusa enter me.  Delicious.  Then the smaller cock butted up (ha-ha, pun intended) against my ass.  It started going in.

 

Another maelstrom of sensations I can’t begin to describe came over me.  I can best sum it up as crazy, gorgeous fullness.  My free leg kicked like mad because the pleasure started to overwhelm me.  Dusa grabbed my leg and put it over his elbow, the same as he’d done with the other.  I was pinned beneath this mammoth Kalquorian, held down and open as he slowly pushed his cocks into me.

 

A burning ache bloomed in my ass when his girth exceeded the stretch of those tight muscles.  I whimpered.  “Dusa?”

 

My lover stopped immediately.  “It’s okay.  We’ll give you a moment to adjust,” he said and leaned in to kiss me.

 

His concern made my already drugged brain even fuzzier with adoration.  My Dusa kept me safe, just as he’d said he would.  I’d been right to trust him.  Meanwhile, I adjusted.  Better than that, I got hotter than ever for his lovemaking.  I wanted all of him in me.  I wanted him to take me.  Hell, I thought I’d go insane if he didn’t.

 

So when he pushed deeper into me and it got to the point of soreness again, I didn’t make him stop, at least not right away.  The bit of pain seemed to kind of feed the excitement.  Crazy talk, I know.  There was something about being at the mercy of this big, strong man, a man who could easily take whatever he wanted even if I’d fought him.  The thought of it kind of turned me on.  I realize that makes no sense, given how I’d been in this very position with men who actually did take me against my will and I hadn’t liked that at all.  Maybe it was the venom in my system?  I don’t know.  All I can say is that with Dusa, the thought aroused me more than ever.

 

The pain finally reached the point where it wasn’t so much an aphrodisiac.  I said, “Wait.”

 

Dusa paused and smiled down at me.  “Almost there.  If you push out against me, it makes it even easier.”

 

“Really?”  I was surprised.  “I’d think it would do the opposite.”

 

“It opens you up.  Try it when you’re ready for me to continue.”

 

“Okay.”

 

After a little while, I felt able to go on.  I pushed, just like Dusa said, and he really did move more easily into me.  Suddenly we were there.  He was all the way inside me.  It ached and burned a bit, but it didn’t hurt enough to make me want to stop.

 

“How are you, Shalia?”  Dusa held very still, waiting for me to take stock of the situation.

 

I was stuffed.  I felt so thick and full with him that it was hard to think.  Euphoria spun webs in my brain.  Then realization kicked in.  I’d done it!  And I liked it.  I could feel him against that crazy-to-come spot inside my pussy again.  I knew once he started thrusting for real, the pressure would be astounding.  My heart hammered with anticipation.

 

“Good,” I moaned.  “It feels amazing.”

 

He chuckled.  “I am so happy to hear that, my pretty girl.  You feel wonderful to me as well.”  His eyes went a little unfocused.  “Maybe too wonderful.  You are so tight and warm.”

 

My body demanded he get to work making it happier.  I tried to move against him, but he had me buttoned up pretty tight, what with my feet in the air and his weight holding me down.  I pawed at him, and a part of me was shocked to hear me beg to be fucked.

 

“Please, Dusa.  Please.  I want you.”

 

He kissed me again.  “Yes, Shalia.”

 

His hips moved back, sliding all that wonderfulness through my body.  I moaned at the friction, though being emptied was not a good thing to my ardent sex and ass.  But Dusa pressed back in, and oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.  He found the hot spot, and my toes curled in reaction.  A thousand times yes to that sweet, slippery ache.  Then there was another sensation as he reached the end of me, a shock of almost painful elation.  I cried out.

 

Dusa slid out again, and he pressed in a little faster, a little harder, hitting everything I liked.  “Tell me if it is too much,” he ordered.

 

I don’t know if I answered him.  I was buried too deep in carnal bliss.  All I knew was I wanted him to keep going, maybe even harder and definitely faster.  My body blazed with need.

 

Dusa shoved in and out of me, driving me with more power and speed.  He gasped with the effort, and his eyes were nearly black with his kitty-cat pupils swallowing the irises.  His fangs came down too.  He looked like a lustful demon, come to steal my soul with his brutally beautiful body and amazing ability to seduce.  I hung onto his shoulders and gave myself completely over.

 

He braced his hands on either side of my head, rolling me up into a ball.  The shift in position had me acutely aware of pressure on my anus and clit.  He pounded into me then, our bodies making loud slapping sounds as his groin slammed against me.  I’d heard that sound before and it had always meant hurt and shame.  Now there was only elation and that building inner flame that promised nirvana in the end.

 

We gasped in concert, our bodies spiraling upward as we chased ecstasy.  Dusa’s muscles stood out corded, his beautiful face beginning to show the strain.  My gut was heavy, full, needing just a little more to start that gorgeous avalanche.  Just a little more...

 

Dusa reached between us and seized my swollen clit.  “Come, Shalia!  Come!”

 

It hit, that blinding white burst of paradise, seizing me and bursting me wide open.  It was stronger than the first one, almost violent.  I seized and released, seized and released, until my body could no longer manage the vicious spasms stealing my senses.

 

Dusa fell over me, groaning.  I felt his cocks pulsing inside, filling me with his pleasure.  I shivered to know he was coming inside me, a bit of him becoming part of me.

 

It was a long, lovely night of lovemaking.  Not once did Dusa truly hurt me, though he did give me a playful swat or two on my very well-loved ass.  The little bursts of chastisement, brought about when I acted bratty, were in fun.  The sting of it only fed my continuing ardor.

 

We finally dressed and he walked me back to my dorm.  I started to feel a little sore, and Dusa promised to drop off some pain inhibitor on his way to his shift.  The sun was just beginning to send the first rays of light into the world when I got in.  I arrived right on time to get Mom up and send her off on her day.

 

To say I’m exhausted would be putting it lightly.  But it’s a happy exhaustion.  I never knew sex could be like this.  I’m off to bed now, and I hope my dreams are filled with making love to Dusa.

 

 

September 19 or 20, unsure

 

I can’t sleep.  I keep thinking about what happened with Dusa last night.  He had to go out tonight on an emergency call to help a mother and child who were confronted by yet another gang.  I hope they’ll be okay.  I hope he’ll be okay.  Esak went with him.  That poor Nobek gets no sleep that I can tell.

 

My own sleep schedule is all out of whack.  I woke up in time to meet Mom for dinner in the dining hall.  As usual, I had to put up with the stares, catcalls, and general unpleasantness.  The craziest thing about the whole situation is that I’m getting the most grief from the women rather than the men.  You’d think there would be some sisterhood out there.  I mean, surely I’m not the only one who was raped or blackmailed into having sex with Earther men before Armageddon.  It seemed pretty damned rampant as far as I was concerned.  One of the worst things about taking the new job and moving to this area was wondering which bastard would come after me next.

 

Well, to hell with the whole bunch, especially the Pageant Trio.  You snooty bitches who made my mother cry, I hope you never get properly laid.  I actually feel superior to them.  Good heavens, sex with Dusa was amazing.  Mindblowing.  I can’t wait to do it again.  Maybe he’s turned me into one of those nymphomaniacs.  I can’t believe how giddy I am over the whole thing.  It’s like Christmas morning and getting a present you hadn’t thought to ask for, but it’s the best thing you ever got.

 

I’m laughing at you, P.T.  Those stupid crotches don’t know what they’re missing.

 

I can’t wait to see Dusa again.

 

 

September 20

 

Crap, what a day.  I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. 

 

After not really sleeping all night, I went with Mom to the rec area.  Her regular minder, Weln, wasn’t there.  This must be his first day off since we got here.  I still felt she was in good hands with the four orderlies keeping tabs on her group.  Then I went to see Dr. Dad.  I begged for something to keep me awake today so I could get back on a regular sleeping schedule tonight.  It was nice to see Nayun.  I really should stop in more often and say hi.  There was lots of hugs and catching up, and for once I wasn’t in a crisis.  I’m just really, really tired.

 

Nayun gave me a stim tab, which is way more effective than any pot of coffee I’ve ever drunk.  I hung out with him, talking about this presentation thing for Nang.  We bounced ideas back and forth for a bit.  He had some interesting suggestions that I will use in my speech.

 

I went back to my dorm.  Dusa had left a message that he and Esak had gotten back safe and sound.  They planned to sleep today and asked me to visit tonight after Mom got to bed.  That sounded pretty good, but I was kind of disappointed that I wouldn’t get more alone time with Dusa quite yet.  Don’t get me wrong; Esak is an absolute sweetheart, especially for a Nobek, but my motor is running if you catch my meaning.  Gosh, I really am a nymphomaniac.  I must be, especially in light of what happened later.

 

I worked for a couple of hours on the big presentation.  Suddenly, Mom came charging in through the door.  She yelled, “Shalia, tell this big, mean jerk I want to go to the party!”

 

The ‘big, mean jerk’ walked into our room, Commander Nang no less.  Well, knock me down with a feather, because I had no clue what the hell was going on.

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